Then the poet said...My home is in space...It is there i must one day return...The imagery i have presented thus far are but reflections of memories of my past...Is the truth less poetic than imagination?...Were i to fly away before your eyes...would i be less than the dream flier you conjure in your mind?

The truth cannot be passed over...painted over...or ignored...It is what it is...And when the time comes all will be talking about what they denied while they still had time...As they watch the great ship leaving the uncomfortable truth of a planet gone crazy...All claiming to be correct...All claiming to be right...All missing the truth between the extremes...The truth that passed before them in plain sight...Now that truth is leaving for wherever such craft go...And in those moments they will ponder as the great ship fades into the smoky brown sky...Why were we left behind?

you scream and you hollar 'cause the worlds hard to follow
and it's no good
the people that matter break up and they scatter
and it's no good
the outlook before you either scares you or it bores you
and it's no good
you were already humble in this mumbo jumbo jungle
and it's no good

(2010 db michel)

A chorus that i wrote a couple weeks ago for a non-existent song.
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Proud to be TFFE

free love
just around the corner
at the garden store
just plant it in the ground
and someday will grow more
free love
becomes a circle
no beginning and no end
just share it with your friends
and it will come again